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Blood moon rites in the Planes of Redbranch were different from those around Rubinburgh. They were more unspoilt and rougher around the edges, just like the inhabitants and their land itself. Rayan’s utmost western region was known for its vast meadows of golden heather and bronze broom, culminating in the lush maple groves of Redbranch Forest in the north and Azwood’s turquoise-purple border forests in the south. Some considered the valleys of Dragon Peaks but a large glade

The conversation with matriarch Aronya was not very exhilarating. She did not appreciate her brother behaving improperly for the likes of his rank. And because she held Arayon personally accountable for the events in the Draq'enar, he got to hear some awful lot from her. He was lucky that she was his cousin. One out of two reasons saving him from major punishment procedures. Besides, there were far more pressing issues to discuss, which is why she refrained from consequences.

Heavy- sweet smelling clouds of perfume clung to every shrub and tree they’d passed on their way to the provincial border. They did not come here often. For the tavern in which they usually received their suitors was a generous distance away from Nathum’s settlements—secluded, near a weather-beaten hiking path, which was only used by those who knew what they were looking for. A few hours of fun, conviviality, secret information, sometimes just an open ear. It was a place to g